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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 10 months

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Tommy sighs, and some of his anger is blown out through his nose and into the salty breeze. He’s quiet for about a minute before he says, “Do you want me to go in with you?”

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Ghostbur stares at the list, and then looks up. He can see structures at the end of the path, behind some leafy trees. Wooden structures. Houses. A little village.

Ghostbur doesn't visit many villages—he doesn't remember any from Alivebur, either—mostly because they tend to be far away from the main parts of a server, and it takes a while to get to them.

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Even so, Tommy’s heart pulses in his head, and his feathers are raised all over him, and he feels cold instead of hot even though his hair feels sticky.

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When Philza saw Ghostbur for the first time, he gasped.

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Wilbur wonders if Techno ever feels like this, around Tommy. This warm bursting inside his chest, like his heart is expanding past his ribs and slowly tearing through his skin. This explosion in slow-motion, a cacophony of colors and heatwaves and emotions, collecting in a storm cloud inside Wilbur’s brain. This feeling that’s so loud, and yet so quiet at the same time.

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Wilbur loves her.

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Tommy exhales softly. "Why aren't you saying much? You're all closed-off and stuff. That's bad, y'know. It represses trauma and locks up all your thoughts with a teeny tiny key and throws it out the window. Stuff like that." He waits. "Puffy says that's bad for you. Did she tell you that? About repressing things? Wil?"

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Tommy presses his lips together. “Hey, if you- if you’re tired or anything, we can sit down. We don’t have to keep walking if you’re feeling bad.”

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He wonders now, as he holds a tiny glass in both hands, walking from the kitchen to the den. It's the smallest glass he owns, he's sure; he'd spent way too much time looking for it earlier, opening cupboards and peering behind dishes and even checking underneath the sink. It's the only glass that'll fit the contents made for it—which, of course, is a flower. A very small, very tattered, very weak blue flower, all but one petal torn off.

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Techno flicks his eyes to Ghostbur’s face, watching the ghost’s nostrils flare gently every time he breathes. Blanket covered chest rising up and down. Ghostbur doesn’t look like he’s in pain. That’s good.

Even so, Techno drops one hand from his chin and lets one elbow slide off his knee, reaching his arm forwards in order to lay his palm across Ghostbur’s forehead. A bit cold.

#THE SECOND ONE IS FOR THE RESTLESS REVERIES MULTI-CHAPTER THING!!!!!!!!#GOSH I WANT TO START WORKING ON THAT ONE AGAIN #I’ve actually been thinking—the reason I haven’t posted the Restless Reveries thing is because I wanted to work on a lot more chapters befor #before I actually put it up #(I usually don’t like posting multi-chapter stories when I haven’t written out all the chapters)#but I might actually make it a SERIES instead of a single long story #that way all the fics can still be connected but I won’t have to wait much longer until I post :D #because I really do wanna post what I’ve written for it :’(#ANYWAY #ooooh the Phil and Ghostbur one I’m excited about that #hopefully I’ll finish it alshakvsksgsjs #I like how all the words sound in that next one! explosion in slow motion especially… just sounds neat to my ears :D #OOOOH #OH THE ROMANTIC FIC #OH THAT HAS BEEN STRANGE TO WRITE #HAHA #WILBUR IS IN LOVEEEEEEEEE HE IS SO DESPERATELY IN LOVE AND HE’S ALSO NOT VERY OKAY #and he’s taking care of a literal baby so that is Also A Thing alsgakgsksgs #it’s been fun though!!#last two are from a Techno-centric fic I’m writing!!#I NEVER HEKKIN WRITE ABOUT TECHNO #HE IS QUITE DIFFICULT FOR ME TO WRITE #BUT I STILL WANT TO!!! it’s been really interesting so far :0 #and also Ghostbur is not doing well :’( but Techno’s watching out for him and Ghostbur will get better :)#ask #ask game answers #Pinestripe tag #story snippet

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randomfandomginger · 3 years

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Ginger’s DSMP Fic Compilation Post

Hi everyone!! I’ve been a part of the DSMP fandom for a little bit now, and I figured I’m long past due to drop my full list of linked DSMP fics, since that’s primarily what I’m writing these days. These are all based on the characters from the roleplay, not the content creators, and are going to be organized here by their main characters and relationships for convenience. I’ll update this post when I post something new. Enjoy!! :)

Tommy-centric fics

[Nightmare] - The first SMP fic I wrote, revolving around the nightmares Tommy has while on the run from Dream, at Techno’s base. Set during the exile arc. 1k words.

Favor - Second work in the Tommy-centric series, my re-imagination of the scene where Techno steps in and defends Tommy from Dream... unless he wants to cash in his favor. Protective Techno and found family vibes, as well as a cute ending. 2.5k words.

Trust - Same universe as the two previous, Techno POV as he reflects on Tommy’s “betrayal” and what the younger boy means to him. Set right before doomsday. 1k words.

Anything You Can Do (He Can Do Better) - The fourth work in this series, Tommy angst revolving around the destruction of L’Manberg and his thoughts on Techno and his new replacement. Clingyduo comfort at the end to make up for the hurt. 2k words.

Seven Days Till Sunlight - The last work in this series, set during the seven days Tommy spent in prison with Dream, a chapter a day. A different end for Tommy where he got to grow as a person and come out of that week stronger and more confidant as opposed to... dead. Dream is not seen as a sympathetic character, merely a complex one. 8.5k words.

Over and Over - Not the same series as the previous fics, centered around the idea that Dream killed/brought Tommy back from the void over and over and over again to talk with Wilbur. Dream is very manipulative and unsympathetic, lots of angst. 1.25k words.

Molasses - My second nickel of “Dream kills Tommy and revives him over and over” fics, this time set after Dream’s escape from prison. Happy ending with Phil! 1.8k words.

SBI fics my beloved

Close the Door - Techno returns to his family after a long week of travel (with presents!) to find that they’ve attempted to cook him dinner. All comfort and fluff, no hurt. Wilbur is still Ghostbur in this and they all love each other, even if they’re a bit hesitant to admit it. 1.75k words.

Beating Heart - Phil-centric fic exploring the reasoning behind why he only has one life on the SMP, as well as his relationships with other people, time, and death herself. 4k words.

Misc Works involving Ranboo, Bee Duo, Bench Trio, etc

Dream’s New Roommate - Set back when Ranboo first told us about the fourth memory book, assumes he got found out to be helping Dream. A little back and forth between Ranboo and Dream as they’re both trapped in the prison. 1k words.

Peaceful Commune - The syndicate is paying Tubbo a visit and he’s nowhere near prepared enough for that, mentally or physically. Tubbo POV with defensive Beeduo parents and Michael. Little bit of angst, little bit of fluff. 2.5k words.

Dinner Guest - Tubbo and Ranboo are having Tommy over for dinner for the first time since Dream killed him in prison, and they’re incredibly nervous about it. Michael is probably the best part of this work, but it’s a little fun, a little fluffy, and that sweet, sweet found family dynamic. 4k words.

Dream/George (DNF) centric fics

God for a Day - Follows George’s internal monologue as he reflects on what it’s like to be in love with a god, and what exactly their semi strained romantic relationship means to both him and Dream. Falling in love and a bittersweet, open ending. 2k words.

You’ll Always Be Mine - King/knight AU for DNF because brainrot set in. Follows mostly George’s POV as he juggles the death of his father, running an entire kingdom, dealing with the nearby dictator of L’Manberg, and the massive crush he’s developed on his knight. Slow burn, plot, and fluff with some SBI on the side! 50k words.

I’ll Always Be Yours - The sequel to You’ll Always Be Mine, now with 100% more wedding!!! DNF are the main characters and drive the plot, but everyone else in this world gets their own stories, thoughts, and desires this time too! One of the biggest casts I’ve ever used, full of found family, goofy shenanigans, and so much more!

In The Palm Of My Hand - Did anyone order villain George? Well, that’s literally all this is. Touch-starved DreamXD, kissing, and a little bit of a power scramble. Quackity’s there as well! What’s not to love? 3k words.

404: Memorynotfound - George wakes up one day with no memory whatsoever of his previous life. He thinks he’s taking it pretty well. Includes some pining, background SBI, Bench Trio, and Parental Bee Duo. Fluff, a light bit of angst, and plot. 15.5k words, WIP.

Fragile God - DreamXD loves George so much he thinks it might kill him. Hanahaki fic with angsty love confessions. No death, but minor blood. 2.75k words.

#dream smp #dream smp fanfiction #sleepy bois inc #bench trio #bee duo #dreamnotfound #my fanfiction #fanfiction #dnf #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #dreamxd #I don't want to tag too much so I'll stop now :)

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rocking-space-dragon · 3 years

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Burning Flags, Burning Bridges

So...I may have been inspired by chatting with friends and decided to write a short fundy-centric fic centering around what Philza said to him after the house arrest. Will I write more like this in future? Probably! Will it probably be angsty? Most likely! I hope you enjoy!

I’m gonna put the first page in this and the rest under a read-more so I don’t clog up timelines!

2313 Words/10k Characters Characters Involved : Fundy, Ghostbur, Philza.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

It was a cold, wet day In Lmanburg; the rain came down heavily, thick sheets that crashed down onto the wooden floors of the city and the deep pools of water beneath and around the city proper; creating a drumming, echoing ambience that seemed to isolate the two of them as they stood; the Fox, soaked through with hat and coat, damp fur and wetter clothes; though for all of the cold that the weather bestowed, it couldn’t compare to the ice that seemed to have bloomed in his chest.

The words cut through Fundy like a knife as his gaze met that of the figure standing in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame. A steel monitor was wrapped around one ankle, and they both knew that if he took another step forward it'd go off and he'd be in trouble. Philza was the one who was trapped, so why was it that Fundy felt like he couldn't move, trapped in the cold embrace of the man in the doorway, a gaze leagues apart from the warmth behind his eyes that he remembered from their days fishing and hanging out. That cold seemed to spread from his chest until it wrapped around his bones, keeping him locked in place.

The words brought back bad memories; often said in joke or incredulities by his friends, he’d only heard this kind of inflection once before – after his appearance in Pogtopia. He still remembered it vividly; the way Wilbur had cast his eyes towards him, looking down at him with contempt, with pain written across his face and spitting the words towards him, accusatory and harsh. He’d explained himself then and Wilbur’s face had softened, a laugh breaking across his features as he turned excitedly back towards Tommy and Quackity, but the eyes that met his whenever Wilbur turned back towards him were as cold as ever. It was those same eyes that were fixed on Fundy now; like father, like son. The kind of gaze that made him feel small, made him feel weak, no matter how many weapons hung by his side or how much armour he had in his inventory.

He swallowed for a moment, before forcing a smile across his face, gesturing towards Philza once more "W-Well, I figured that we could hang out! I know you're stuck at home because of the…” He gestured vaguely towards the bracelet before continuing “so maybe we could... Play some board games, or you could show me some of the old photos you have of Wilbur and Tommy, or we could work on the basement or-!"

"No."

The word felt like a punch to the gut and Fundy's voice died in his throat, his lips going dry as he opened his mouth to talk, going to say something before Philza's voice cut into him once more, stealing the voice from his throat "How dare you. You broke into my home and demanded that I give up my oldest and most trusted friend, then when I told you I wouldn’t, you threatened me, ransacked my house, imprisoned me in my own home and then mocked me. You stood outside of my home, mocking me, before running off with the Compass that Techno trusted me with, to hunt him down.” Philza’s grip tightened on the doorframe and Fundy could swear that he could hear the wood beginning to crack beneath the grip of the man; the cold in his eyes was gone now, replaced with a fire that crackled in his throat and lit every word that he spat towards the fox. “And then- AND THEN. You drag him from his home, where he’d been living in peaceful retirement, under the pretence of a trial, only to try and execute him in front of me, when I couldn’t do anything but watch.” Fundy could feel his fur standing on end, even as damp as it was, but he couldn’t move an inch away from the man who’d locked him in place much like they’d trapped Techno days before. All he could do was stand there as Phil continued. “Allow me to be very clear with you, Fundy. If Techno had died in that cage, none of you would have lived to regret it.” His wings flare up behind him, obscuring the light coming from the house behind him before folding behind his back once more as he turns around, glancing back towards the rain-drenched fox standing out on the wooden platform “The last thing I want to do is kill another son of mine, but It seems like this city hasn’t given me a choice.” He turns, back facing him, pulling his hat down low “Because you’re already dead to me.”

The sound of the door slamming shut echoed out around the city, leaving Fundy alone, clutching at his jacket, gaze turned down towards the ground, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched tightly as the rain helped to mask the fresh dampness on his face. After a moment, he turns, walking away from the house, every step echoing out on the wooden floor; it was only after he was far enough away from the house that he broke into a sprint, running along the wooden path leading away from the city, then away from the path itself, kicking up damp leaves behind him as he goes sprinting into the woods until his legs give out and he collapses back against a tree, pulling his knees to his chest and curling up into a ball. Once more, his mind turns back to the man who’d just slammed a door in his face; his grandfather, who’d been so kind and gentle with him; who’d taught him how to fish, who’d taken him in when he lost his home, who’d been there when nobody else was – and what had he done? He’d done the same thing he always did – he went along with the orders of someone in power and ended up pushing away his family because of it. Before it was Wilbur and Schlatt – pushing away his father and burning down the flag under Schlatt’s orders, and now it was Philza – following Tubbo’s orders and burning the bridge he had with his grandfather too. If there was one thing he was good at it was lighting fires, but those same flames, he found, always came back to turn the things he cared about to ash.

“Oh, hello Fundy! Are you alright?” He’s jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of a voice, echoing and faint – he knows who it belongs to even before he raises his eyes to meet the empty, white eyes of the ghost hovering in front of him, a smile on his face as he tilts his head to the side and floats down into a sitting position beside Fundy, looking out at the rain still coming down in sheets as he sighs “I was coming to see L’manburg, but the rain started coming down before I could get there, so I had to run to this forest so I didn’t melt! What’re you doing here?” He turns to the fox, but Fundy turns away from the figure who used to be his father, staying silent as Ghostbur’s smile turns into a frown and he floats around till he’s in front of the Fox once more, lightly hovering in the air “Oh no! You seem upset, Fundy – here, have some blue, it’ll help suck away the sadness!” he smiles, rummaging about in his pocket and throwing some of that strange blue ectoplasm out towards Fundy, who let it land in his lap.

There’s a pause for a moment as ghostbur floats, looking around nervously before Fundy sighs, taking the blue and looking at it, letting it stain his paws before clenching his fists around it and throwing it into the forest, causing the spectre to gasp “Oh no! If you do that, it won’t-“

“Forget it!” Fundy snapped, catching the ghost off-guard, who seemed to recoil for a second from the outburst; he watches as Fundy uncurls, letting the back of his head hit the tree and looking up into the branches of the tree, drops of rain making their way through to drip down onto his face. He sighs heavily, closing his eyes before lowering his head once more to meet that empty gaze “Of course, you would show up now.” He laughs, sharp and devoid of humour, hitting the tree lightly “Wilbur was never around when I needed him, and yet, and yet YOU somehow seem to ALWAYS know when to show up!” the laughing continues, as Fundy’s voice cracks and breaks until he’s sobbing audibly, face buried in his arms so he can’t see the ghost reaching out towards him for a moment before pulling back. “Why? Why can’t I stop fucking up like this? It feels like everyone I try and get close to, I end up either pushing away or losing entirely! All I ever wanted to do was…” His voice drops, turning and looking up at the ghost with tears running down his face and drawing in a shaky breath “All I ever wanted to do was make him proud, y’know? I wanted to hear him say, just once, that he was proud of me.”

So engrossed is Fundy in his own sorrow that he doesn’t notice the effect that his words have on Ghostbur; how every mention of Wilbur makes him flinch and recoil somewhat, and how the mention of wanting to make him proud causes the ghost to bring a hand to the wound in his chest, slowly trailing over it as he looks away and Fundy squeezes his eyes shut to try and stop the tears running down his face.

So deep is the fox in his bittersweet grief, that he doesn’t realise that he’s been pulled into Ghostbur’s lap until it’s already happened, his hat removed and set to the side as the spectral figure rests his chin between the fox’s ears, atop his head, arms wrapped around him and brought together in front of him; it’s a moment before he speaks, looking out into the woods “Alivebur…sounds like he was a terrible father. Everything that I’ve heard of him sounds like he was a terrible person, so I can’t imagine he was a good dad, either. But…if that’s the case, why do I have good memories as your dad?” the question hangs in the air, and he continues “Does that mean I wasn’t always an awful dad?”

The only sound that follows is the impact of rain coming down on the leaves and the rustling of the wind rushing through the forest, before Fundy breaks the silence “…You didn’t used to be bad. I still have…good memories, of growing up with you, in L’manburg, it’s just…things went wrong somewhere along the way” he turns his gaze up, looking at the dark grey sky above through the leaves “Sometime – I wonder, y’know? How things could be if you were still around. If Tubbo wasn’t president, if Tommy wasn’t exiled. If you- if Alivebur…had been here when I needed him most instead of just leaving me to deal with everything by myself.” Wilbur rubs his arm sheepishly, looking up too “I…don’t know. People didn’t seem to like Alivebur much, but…everyone still followed him. It seems like all people have to talk about is how much he ruined everything, but If he was really that bad…how come I have good memories at all?” When there’s no answer the spectral figure sighs, running a paw through Fundy’s fur absentmindedly, a slow, steady brush, a gesture that brings them both immediately back to a simpler time – a time when the two of them could sit in the forests surrounding Lmanburg, before they were destroyed, looking out over their home, just a father and his son. Ghostbur wasn’t sure when Fundy fell asleep, he just knew that the next time he looked down, he saw his – Alivebur’s – son, laying against his chest, eyes closed and breathing steadily. A smile crosses faintly across his face as he gazes down at the sleeping fox, brushing through his fur again gently “My little champion…you’ve been so brave, and so strong…” He shifts, looking down at his faintly see-through hands and then at the fox still resting against him, rummaging about in his pocket for something he’d stolen from Philza; a single golden Idol, emerald eyes set into it’s face that seemed to be looking back at him. It felt cold to the touch, even for him, as he tossed it from hand to hand slowly, thinking. It seemed, to him, that as much as everyone liked Ghostbur… …People Needed Alivebur. People needed Wilbur. Tommy needed a brother. Philza needed a son, L’manburg needed a president, and Fundy…Fundy needed a dad.

As he slept, Fundy dreamed. He dreamed of years back, wandering through the forest with Wilbur, walking around L’manburg together, that warm, friendly voice calling him ‘His little champion’ as he stands, side by side in uniform with his father. He dreams of the revolution, of fighting together – of growing up and into the clothes that he wore today; before those dreams turn sour, and he can hear the laughing bleating in his ears from the long-dead tyrant, snapping awake with a gasp. A soft bleat fills his ears as he wakes up, glancing up to see the fluffy blue wool of friend surrounding him, being happily used as a makeshift pillow as they munch casually on some grass. Ghostbur is nowhere to be seen, the sun shining down faintly as the fox rests in the grass underneath the tree.

In his lap rests a damp, well-worn, entirely solid black beanie, slowly drying in the warmth of the midday sun.

#mcyt #fundy #dreamsmp #dream smp #wilbursoot #wilbur soot #philza minecraft #friend sheep #tubbo #tommyinnit #technoblade #ghostbur #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp fic #angst

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lnterjection · 3 years

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Sleepy Bois Inc and DSMP Fanfic Recs

Uhhh I realized I have a ton of stuff in my bookmarks list and might as well compile a list of favorites because I’m always looking for good fanfics, and this might help some people. Most of these are SBI, though a few focus on things other than their dynamic with each other. Nothing explicit here. Feel free to suggest more recs.

Fics set in DSMP universe/about DSMP (One-shots first, then longer fics):

One-shots and series of one-shots-

therein lies the madness by sapphicist - 2095 words. Currently says it’s one chapter out of three complete, but can be read as a standalone one-shot. Nice introspective fic on Tommy’s exile and his parallels with Theseus. In 2nd person, but it’s actually done nicely. Mostly angsty, can have hopeful interpretation depending on how you look at it.

crazy how life goes on without me (2090 words, one-shot) by itisjosh - What if Ghostbur did remember everything, and just pretended to be clueless and vapid? Made me cry. It’s so good. Tortured my heart.

the inner mechanism of a black box (13521 words, one-shot) by Bee_4 - only work of a series called “system theory”. “Technoblade lets himself get imprisoned for Philza’s sake. He doesn’t plan on being there long. Unfortunately, he’s underestimated Pandora’s Vault. There are things that will make even the Blade fall apart in due time, as it turns out.” Yeah so Techno’s mental health goes out the window in this one and its written brilliantly. There’s comfort at the end, if it helps?

A State For One Man Is No State At All (5247 words, two-shot) by angstfortheangstgod - “A different version of the festival, in which Dream shows up unarmed, the Community House is left intact, a traitor is executed, and Tommy doesn't betray Technoblade.” Ranboo centric. Angst and comfort.

All the Kings Men series by MollyPollyKinz - “After Ghostbur's suggestion to do Lads on Tour, Tommy finds himself reunited with his family. However, escaping from Dream is going to be harder than anyone previously thought.” A connected series of one-shots and short fics about Tommy, his exile, his family, and escaping Dream. Well written, good characterization, great studies into the characters themselves.

ad astra per aspera series by cacowhistle - Collection of one-shots that start with Tommy’s exile and expand to be about SBI and their dynamic with each other, including a resurrected Wilbur. Really, really well written and probably my favorite of the “Tommy exile fic groups”.

the fall of a hero series by cracklesnaple - “After being threatened with being exiled yet again, Tommy takes the decision into his own hands. If those around him can't see that he's given up everything to make this nation what it is, then he's not sure he can stay in L'Manburg any longer.” Series about SBI and mainly Tommy, eventually crossing over into Mianite territory in a way some might enjoy and some might now. Writing’s good, though, which is what I care about.

Longer fics-

Rewind (101002 words, 25 chapters, unfinished, last updated Jan 17 2021) by Anonymous - Best time travel fix-it fic I’ve ever read period. Tubbo and Tommy travel 10 years back from a very messed up future to the first L’Manberg election. Concept may seen a bit weird at first but trust me, holy fuck this is amazing.

second chances (hurt the most) (8841 words, 4 chapters, unfinished, last updated Jan 17 2021) by Anonymous - “Wilbur wakes up alone in a bloody room, and has to come to terms with living again. (How can he go on, knowing who's blood is on his hands?)”. Amazing fic where resurrection requires someone else’s life as sacrifice. Phil is dead. Wilbur struggles to come to terms with his father’s decision, and his second chance.

all scotch, no soda (47466 words, 43 chapters, unfinished, last updated Jan 14 2021) by fishstixx - “Vulnerability meant trust, though, and trust was a thing not so easily given. Post-exile and canon divergent, follows the consequences of Tommy’s isolation. Expect chases, heists, bloodshed, and the mending of a family.” Features raccon hybrid Tommy being badass, and I live for it. I really, really love this one.

DON’T FORGET THAT ICARUS FLEW. (16426 words, 6/10 chapters, last updated Jan 1. 2021) by orpheusaki - “The day before and the days that follow Tommy's exile; told through the eyes of The Blood God.” Techno (and Dream) is a god, and gods often forget how the intricacies of the minds of mortals. He’s trying to get better, however.

what do you fall for? (16374 words, complete) by tablrcloth - Ranboo centric fic with Techno, Phil and Tommy. Ranboo realizes that playing L’Manberg’s politics is less than ideal for him. What can I say, it’s just really good.

Breathing’s Just a Rhythm (12631 words, 6 chapters, unfinished, last updated Jan 17 2021) by MollyPollyKinz - “Tommy, Tubbo, Jschlatt, and Dream all end up in the past. (Oh, and the Chat comes too).” Great time travel fic.

What World Have We Inherited? (73635 words, 12 chapters, unfinished and last updated on Dec 22 2020) by Anonymous (this one has a series with all their works, and they’re all AMAZING). Holy fuck this one is probably one of my favorite fics in the fandom so far. “Wilbur blows everything to hell on the day of the Manburg festival, just like he wanted. When the ashes settle, it's just Tommy and Technoblade. It's not good, but it's better than nothing. It's just them, healing up in a world that never wanted them.” Amazing characterization, worldbuilding, everyone’s internal thoughts are portrayed and written so well. Even if it never updates again I would keep coming back to it. I rec this Anon’s works so much.

In June, I Changed My Tune (29489 words, 6 chapters, unfinished and last updated on Jan 6 2021) by KryOnBlock - Eret runs away and eventually becomes friends with Techno. Nice cottagecore aesthetic. I have mixed feelings about this one - the writing’s good, descriptions and characterizations are really good. Just that there’s consistent punctuation mistakes and it takes me out of the world a bit. Everything else is good enough for me to continue reading, however.

stay with him (24353 words, 12 chapters, unfinished, last updated Jan 9 2021) by junipersand - I especially rec the first chapter, which can be read (and originally was) a standalone fic with the summary “Every ghost had a purpose to fulfill. So what was Tommy’s?” Utterly heartwrenching, probably the most emotionally gut-punching bit of writing I’ve ever read in this fandom. It continues with other lore stuff afterwards that eventually branch off from just SBI and Tommy, but man. I don’t think I can ever forget that first chapter.

I’m not angry at you, well, sometimes I am (52801 words, 16 chapters, unfinished, last updated Jan 14 2021) by sircantus - After Tommy is exiled, he runs away to Techno’s house instead of going off with Dream. SBI decide some revenge and “world domination” is in order.

Fics set in AUs outside DSMP happenings:

One-shots and series of one-shots-

Empty Crowns AU by UnderUrsa - the SBI + Tubbo are gods, and a family. Series of one-shots. Nicely written, what can I say? Some angst, some fluff.

Secure, Contain, Protect AU by blue000jay - Amazingly written SCP AU. Knowledge of the SCP universe would help with understanding some more meta things, but is not needed to understand most of it. Some angst, disturbing themes around memories but nothing terribly gory.

CLASSIFIEDS. (13804 words, finished). SCP pages on SBI, short stories and audio transcriptions as well as files, lots of good lorebuilding here. Features an escape, + Tubbo!

CONFIDENTIALS. (13232 words, finished). Centers on Dream Team.

ARCHIVES. (1270 words, one-shot). What happened after SBI and Tubbo’s escape from the SCP foundation.

old gods (new gods) AU by WriterWinged - the relatively well known SBI gods AU. Amazingly written, great character interpretations.

the gods are cruel (none crueler then you) (1394 words, one-shot) - As much the grammatical mistake in the title hurts me it’s no doubt one of the best pieces of work in the fandom.

and yet they find kindness (and so do you) (2/4 chapters posted) - continuation of “the gods are cruel”.

there’s a risk to the world (but the kindest are strongest) (2/3 chapters posted) - continuation of “the gods are cruel”.

SBI Antarctic Princes AU by ScripWriter - One of several Antarctic Empire AUs, this one just has these two preliminary one-shots but they’re nice bits of fun and neatly written. All fluff and mild hurt with lots of comfort so far.

Younger Holding On Another (1781 words, one-shot). Techno is a good brother and reassures and newly adopted Tommy.

But Oh, Don’t You Know How It Goes (2511 words. one-shot). Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur have some “fun” at a boring gala. Phil is very exasperated.

Antarctic Princes ‘verse AU by BirchWrites - AU where Techno, Tommy, and Wilbur are princes of the Antarctic Empire (well, Techno’s technically the emperor now), but this time the events of DSMP still happen (at least up to the 1st season).

Homeward bound for the arctic ground (10562 words, one-shot). Wilbur and Tommy travel to the Antarctic Empire in person to ask Techno for help in fighting Schlatt. Good worldbuilding and acknowledges Wilbur’s beginnings of insanity while still being rather light.

Surprise Hugs (2542 words, one-shot). Dream doesn’t realize Tommy is Techno’s brother and thinks he’s going to get killed for tackling the infamous Blood God.

Family Reunions (1396 words, one-shot). Fundy never realized he’s loyalty and Techno informs him unexpectedly.

Longer fics-

leave me your starlight (14620 words, 4 chapters, unfinished and last updated Jan 11 2021) by findingkairos - “Once upon a time, Philza Minecraft is the only person who does not shy away from the bloody teen that regularly turns the tide of war. This cements a friendship that will last wars, empires, worlds, and lifetimes.“ Amazing backstory fic on Phil and Techno’s relationships, one of my absolute personal favorites. Very well written and really digs into the intricacies of Techno’s character (or an interpretation of it, but hey, that’s what all fanfiction is).

I was a kid in a village, doing alright, then I became a prince overnight (21736 words, 5 chapters, last updated Jan 13 2021) by sircantus - another Antarctic princes AU, this time centering on 16 year old Tommy catching the attention of Phil, Techno, and Wilbur after thwarting an assassination attempt. Really well written. Actually, I rec all of sircantus’ SBI stuff because they do amazing work.

antarctic adage (26591 words, 4/7 chapters posted, last updated Jan 13 2021) by blue000jay - Another very well written Antarctic princes AU with Emperor/ruler Phil. Are we seeing a pattern yet? blue000jay is another writer I’d rec, with really great SBI stuff.

a renewal of faith, and of family (56684 words, 31 chapters, unfinished, last updated Jan 13 2021) by SolivangantStories - One of the only fics here that doesn’t feature SBI, this one is Tubbo and Dream centered. Basically, the DSMP!Tubbo is executed by Schlatt and wakes up in a world where Manhunt!Dream is trying not to die and is also actually a nice person, to Tubbo’s surprise and confusion. Not SBI and technically not even DSMP, but it’s really good so I’ve decided to rec it anyway.

#dream smp #sleepy bois inc #sbi #fanfiction #fanfic recs #dsmp #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #tommyinnit #tubbo #dream #ranboo #feel free to suggest more recs #sbi fanfic recs #sbi fanfic

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Ability to Fly (Tommy-Centric)

Hello! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I’ve been so busy. But don’t worry. It’s still me, posting and writing at 12 AM when I SHOULD BE DOING HOMEWORK. Hahahahaha end me. Also this fic is based on the Winged!Tommy comics by @.impcraig :). ——————– Summary: Tommy has always looked up to Wilbur and has always had the dream of flying high. What does Tommy do when Wilbur loses his wings?

Trigger Warnings: Mention of Blood, Mention of Suicide

Content Warnings: Swearing

——————– Tommy would finally be able to fly.

From a young age, he would watch Wilbur and Phil flying from the ground. He always thought that they looked so cool, gliding.

Tommy had little wings, his arms being a bigger wingspan than his wings, but they still worked.

He had been so excited to learn how to fly and now was the time.

“Tommy, you ready?” Phil asked as he held his hand out.

Tommy looked at Wilbur nervously, who just smiled. “Don’t worry, Tommy. I was scared my first time too. Phil’s got you.”

Tommy smiled, grabbing his father’s hand tightly as Phil started to fly up.

His stomach turned and his heart leaped as he went up into the air. It was a weird feeling.

He tried to flap his wings like he’d seen his family do plenty of times, but to no avail. Nothing was happening.

“Oi, Tommy, you need to start flapping your wings,” Wilbur remarked from the ground as he looked up at his brother.

“Oi, dickhead, I’m trying!” Tommy glared.

Phil was patient for someone who had to deal with those two every day. “Tommy, try not to focus on flapping your wings as more of opening them. They’re still sort of closed.”

He concentrated on trying to open them. Nothing.

“What’s wrong, Tommy?” Wilbur had flown up, looking at Tommy’s distressed face. Wilbur looked worried.

“It’s not working, Dad,” Tommy muttered, panicking. He could feel tears start to prick at his eyes, “Wilby, why isn’t it working? Am I not able to fly? Are my wings just useless-”

“Hey, hey, Big T. Just take a deep breath. It’s always a little hard at the start. Come on, we’ll keep working on it. You don’t have to get it today. It took me a while to fly too.”

“Are you sure?” Tommy asked, “I can’t open my wings.”

“You just need some training.” Phil reassured, “Besides, you get to have the ability to fly. Techno can’t have that, can he?”

“I guess not.” Tommy smiled confidently, glad that he had something over his father’s student.

“Come on, why don’t we start with something more simple? On the ground too.” Wilbur smiled. “We can start with trying to open your wings down here. It’ll probably be easier.”

Tommy nodded as Phil lowered him down.

Everything was going to be okay. He’d be able to fly.

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Some time had passed since Tommy’s last flying attempt. He had been training his wings and his family had helped him through his struggles of opening his wings. He was able to open and close them, but he still hadn’t taken off since that one day.

He thought it was finally time.

“Dad, I think I want to try to fly again.”

Phil smiled, “Alright then, let’s try. Let me get my hat and then we can go out.”

“Can we come too?” Techno perked up as he walked into the room with Wilbur. “I can catch Tommy if you guys drop him.”

Phil raised an eyebrow, “Will you?”

“I dunno, will I?” Techno smirked.

After a glare and nudge from Wilbur, Techno sighed, “Of course I will.”

“Then get ready, boys. Tell Tubbo to get ready as well; I’m sure he wants to see Tommy fly.”

It had taken an hour for the boys to finally get out into the open with all the fuss of four children, but once they had, Wilbur had taken to the skies.

“Come on, Tommy, try.” Wilbur smiled, excited for his brother.

It was clear that Techno and Tubbo were excited too. Despite Techno being a bit tsundere at times, Tommy could tell that he really cared and that he would catch him if Tommy ever fell. Tommy trusted his family more than anything.

“I’ve got you,” Phil muttered as he started to fly up, waiting for Tommy to open his wings.

Tommy couldn’t help but feel his heart soar as he managed to open his wings and start flapping them.

For the first few minutes, Phil had guided him through flight, holding his hand and reassuring him.

Then, at one point, Phil had let go and Tommy had been okay. At least until he panicked.

Wilbur had been below him just in case he fell, but Tommy hadn’t fallen into Wilbur’s arms. He had been pretty shaky, so the moment that Phil let go of him, he was flying all over the place while falling. He tried to slow his fall with his wings, but his panicked state allowed him to continuously flap his wings, which was not ideal.

Before he could hit the ground and split his head open, someone had caught him. Techno.

“You know, for someone that can fly, you looked like one of those American chickens that desperately try not to face their inevitable death,” Techno remarked as he let the boy down, “You should try being good.”

“You’re such a dickhead.” Tommy scoffed as the rest of his family surrounded him, relieved that he was fine.

Techno just chuckled, “You did well today.”

“Really?” Tommy asked, “It didn’t really seem like it was good.”

“It was better than Wilbur’s first flight,” Phil remarked, smiling.

“Tommy, I’m proud of you.” Wilbur ruffled the younger’s hair, “I think all of us are. Now, you wanna go up again?”

It made his heart warm. His big brother, the one he looked up to, was proud of him.

Tommy laughed, “I think I’ve given us all enough of a scare today. I’ll try it tomorrow.”

“Good choice.” Phil sighed in relief, “Next time, we need a trampoline on this whole area. We were glad that Techno had fast instincts this time.”

Tommy was making progress on his flight. Soon.

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Tommy hadn’t really been practicing his flying skills. He had been too busy helping Wilbur build his own country. The beginning of L’manberg.

He knew that flight could help them in the long-term battle, but Tommy was too busy being his brother’s right-hand man to try and practice it. Besides, he still had years to learn it before his wings would become underdeveloped.

“Tommy, I’m going out.”

“What for?” Tommy perked up, “I thought we were still making plans for what we want to do with L’manberg.”

“Dream’s angry. He doesn’t want me doing this.” Wilbur sighed, “I agreed to go fight with him. I just want L’manberg to be free.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this, Wil?” Tommy asked, now scared for his brother.

“Hey, Tommy, you don’t need to worry.” Wilbur smiled, “I’ll come back safe with the freedom of L’manberg in hand. Then we can go help you fly afterward. Okay?”

Tommy felt an uneasiness in his stomach, but nodded, “Do you want me to come support you? I can bring Dad.”

“Don’t you have homework assigned by Dad to do?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow.

He groaned, “Don’t remind me.”

Wilbur chuckled, ruffling the younger’s hair, “Finish it. I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

“Okay.” Tommy went to hug his brother, “Good luck. I love you.”

“Thanks, Tommy. I love you too.”

With that, Tommy watched his brother leave, wondering if that was the last he’d ever see of Wilbur anymore.

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It had been hours since Wilbur had left home. Tommy was starting to get worried. It was almost sundown and he wondered if Wilbur had even gotten out alive.

He told Phil and they decided to take a stroll around until they’d find him or Dream.

It wasn’t long before they found Wilbur and Dream. They were fighting and it seemed like Wilbur was losing the upper hand quickly.

“WILBUR!” Tommy shouted as he started to run towards him.

Dream turned around to see the two, laughing, “This’ll be good. An audience always makes a fight better.”

Wilbur was on the ground and Dream was seconds away from striking his face to end his life.

Tommy called to Wilbur again, trying to run towards him, but Phil held him back.

“Tommy.”

“DAD? What are you doing? Why aren’t you letting me go to him? LET ME HELP HIM!” Tommy desperately begged his dad as Phil held him back.

“Tommy, cover your eyes.”

“WILBUR!” Tommy yelled one last time before Dream struck down. And in a reflex, Wilbur turned. The ax hit his wings, blood spurting out.

Wilbur didn’t move as Dream kept swinging at his wings again and again. It was horrifying to watch.

How could he, after all? How could he watch his idol and brother get humiliated in the worst way possible?

He didn’t know, but he never stopped watching.

As soon as Dream was satisfied, he stood back.

Tommy rushed to Wilbur immediately, trying to see what was going on through Wilbur’s mind.

For a while, it was silent as Tommy watched Wilbur shake in fear.

Then, a loud scream escaped his lips. Then Wilbur was sobbing. Soon after, Tommy had started crying, embracing his brother.

All Phil did was stand there in horror and disgust.

“Are you happy, Dream?” His father had spat at the masked boy.

“L’manberg can be free.” Dream cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done.”

Tommy’s head snapped up, full of anger. “Is that it? My brother’s wings were just fucking payment to you? A free country and an apology are what you have to give him after you just took away his world? What the fuck is wrong with you, Dream? His wings were everything to him and you’re over here, believing that we’d forgive you if you just said sorry! Well, that is bull-” “TOMMY!” Phil hissed at his son, “I know you’re upset and angry. I am too, but that is NOT how you solve things.”

“No! He ruined-”

“Tommy, it’s okay,” Wilbur whispered. Tommy looked over at his brother, still not having moved from the ground. He was covered in his own blood. “Tommy, I went into this willingly and I lost something for the freedom of my country. If that means I had to lose my freedom, I’m okay with that.”

“But Wil-”

“Tommy.” Wilbur sighed, “I’m okay. Let’s just go home.”

He had stood up on his feet, holding onto a nearby pole for support. His center of gravity was different now that there were no wings behind him.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself, Dream.” Tommy spat as Phil pulled his boys back to his home.

It was not a good day.

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Tommy couldn’t help but feel cold. All the time. The house no longer was felt with the warmth of family and friendship. It didn’t feel warm when his father hugged him or when Tubbo made him laugh. Nothing had any more meaning.

Wilbur lost the meaning of feeling free and alive. His wings meant the world to him and he lost it. How could his brother ever recover from it?

How could he ever recover from the second-hand humiliation? He felt angry at Dream for doing this, he felt angry at his father for stopping him from saving him, but most importantly, he felt angry at himself because he couldn’t help Wilbur.

All Wilbur wanted to see was Technoblade. It made sense, they were attached and were almost like twins. But Tommy couldn’t help but feel upset that Wilbur didn’t want to see him.

“Hey, Tommy. I know that things have been hard recently, but do you want to try and fly again? To take your mind off of what’s been happening?” Phil asked one day.

Tommy had said yes, but it felt off to him. How could he still enjoy his freedom if Wilbur couldn’t? That was the day he promised himself that he’d do anything to help Wilbur. Because his brother meant the world to him. More than any sort of wings.

“You ready, Tommy?”

“Dad? I don’t want to learn to fly.” Tommy sighed, looking up at the sky.

“What? Why not?” Phil asked.

Tommy sighed, “I’d give up my wings for Wilbur. If it means that I don’t get to feel free and alive, I’ll take that. Because Wilbur’s my brother and I don’t want him to go through it alone.”

“Are you sure, Tommy?”

Tommy nodded. And that was the moment that it was set in stone. Tommy wouldn’t fly for WIlbur.

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“Techno, can you come here for a second?” Tommy asked. He didn’t want to ask, but he had been struggling for the past half an hour.

“What’s up?” Techno asked as he came into the bathroom.

“Can you help me hide my wings? The bandages don’t fit just right.”

“I’m sorry. Tommy, what? Flying is your dream. Why would you give that up?”

“Please. I don’t want Wilbur to feel alone through all of this. Help me.” Tommy begged.

Techno had sighed, giving in, “You need to wrap the bandages like this.”

“Thank you, Techno.” Tommy gave a small smile.

“I just hope that you don’t regret it in the long run.”

“Wilbur’s the best brother I could’ve ever had. I’d give the world if it meant that Wilbur would be himself again.”

“You’re very hopeful.” Techno sighed, “Don’t ever lose that.”

“I won’t.” Tommy whispered as he looked at himself again. It felt weird with his wings being hidden, but he’d get used to it soon. He’d have to if he was going to do this for the rest of his life.

The decision was set in stone. He’d never fly again for Wilbur.

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Things had changed since that one day. Tommy was starting to lose faith in WIlbur. He was going insane.

It all came crashing down on the day of the festival. Tommy had seen Wilbur go into the TNT room and he had foolishly followed.

“We’re almost set. We’re only missing a small bit before the festival starts. Tommy, do me a favor and get as much TNT as possible.”

“No.” Tommy looked at his brother. Tommy realized that it wasn’t Wilbur anymore. He had gone insane, but he was just hoping that maybe reason would strike through and show the real Wilbur again. The one that Tommy looked up to.

The one that encouraged Tommy to learn how to fly. The one that founded L’manberg. He missed that Wilbur.

“Tsk. Don’t be silly-”

“NO! SHUT UP! I’M NOT BEING SILLY!” Tommy snapped. “Blowing up L’manberg? After all we’ve accomplished?”

“Tommy, this isn’t L’manberg anymore. I LOST EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING THAT MATTERED TO ME. But you won’t get it, Tommy.” Wilbur scoffed, smiling.

“I DO!” Tommy burst out, “I gave up my wings for you! I gave up my chance to feel free and alive like you did.”

His voice started to crack as he felt himself holding back tears.

Wilbur’s expression started to change before it settle on a smile, “The wings mean nothing to me, Tommy. I lost them a long time ago. They are nothing to me.”

That was the moment that Tommy didn’t want more than to not be in the same room that Wilbur was in. But he had to let Wilbur know his feelings.

"YOU BASTARD! YOU IDIOT! FUCK YOU! You’re a selfish asshole! I hate you! I gave up my dream for you and you don’t fucking care!” Tommy sobbed as he pushed against Wilbur’s back, “I gave up so much. I told Phil not to teach me how to fly and begged Techno to help me cover them up, so that you won't be alone on the ground. I did this all because of you. I gave it all up for YOU, asshole. You KNOW how much I dreamt of flying after watching you and dad dance in the far sky together. I wanted to experience the same feeling, the same freedom, but I gave it up for you. I helped you with all your projects cause you were still my big brother and hero in my eyes. And you know what, Will? After everything I did for you, you are the worst brother of them all."

He couldn’t see Wilbur’s expression, but he knew that Wilbur wouldn’t care.

All he did was rip off his bandages.

Wilbur turned around, “What the-did you just rip off your bandages?”

“You know what, Will? I will fly and make sure you watch me.” He looked at his brother with the most determined and angry face, “And I will do it now!”

And then nothing happened.

“Wait-why-t-they won’t move...they...they won’t react…” Tommy panicked.

Wilbur’s facade broke, “Tommy, I-”

“It’s already too late.” Tommy glared, “Go ahead. Blow it up for all I care. It’s not like you ever even cared about me anyways. It’s always been Techno’s that’s the favorite.”

He walked away and Wilbur tried to walk towards him, trying to tell his brother that he was sorry.

None of them even noticed when they left the button room only for someone to close the room and break the button.

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Things had happened since the last time he really talked to Wilbur alone. Wilbur had gotten more crazy and Tommy couldn’t stop the unravelment Wilbur was going through.

When the day of the Manberg-Pogtopia War came, Tommy knew that one of them wasn’t going to make it out alive, whether it be him or Wilbur.

And as he watched his own father kill Wilbur because L’manberg was gone, he knew that his family had fallen apart.

When he heard that Wilbur had said that L’manberg was never meant to be and as he saw Techno causing anarchy because of government, he knew that his family had fallen apart.

And as Tubbo was announced as president of New L’manberg and he had been exiled, he knew that there was no coming back from this. It was permanently damaged.

Phil had been there to send Tommy off. He looked upset. Rightfully so, but he couldn’t do anything against Dream. Of course he couldn’t, Tubbo still needed him and now Ranboo did too.

But Tommy wished that Phil sending him off wasn’t the last time that Phil had ever flown.

Because that’s what he had heard from Techno and Ranboo.

His father had lost so much. To the point where he stopped flying.

Just like Tommy and Wilbur.

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Exile had been hard on him. It really had.

It didn’t help that Dream, the one to hurt him, was the only one who really cared to visit him. The one who had started this problem with chopping off Wilbur’s wings.

So, one day, Tommy had been so sick of it.

He was so tired of waiting around for someone to visit him. For someone to truly care.

He realized that no one really did. He wasted his life, following someone who wasn’t worth idolizing, even giving up his freedom to help them. And now where was he? Exiled with no one to talk to.

He was tired and looking at the pool below him, he knew that he’d be able to rest soon. As he fell back into the pool, he felt the warmth engulf him. He felt at peace because he knew that at least...he got to fly one last time.

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#dreamsmp roleplay #dreamsmp #winged tommy au #sbi dynamic #philza #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #alivebur #dream #tubbo #tw suicide mention #tw mention of blood #cw swearing

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